It was a small bream out of the french broad river just under the I-40 overpass in Asheville. I was 7 or 8 and me and my friend walked there about 3 miles from my house. I used a lime green lure that looked like an inch worm. I remember taking him home and trying to clean him. (he wasn't any bigger than 3 or 4 inches) I ended up butchering the heck out of him and there was no meat left to cook. That was the only fish between the two of us we caught that day but it was enough to hook me for life.